Ahhhhhhh, I love this. No annoying brother to distract me. He went to Webelos camp. I feel bad for him though. He's camping in a tent in the humidity and getting eaten alive while I type on a computer in the air conditioned house. But at least he's learning!
Finally, peace and quiet. By the way, I know that I keep mentioning this, but I still can't get the darn line to show up. But, when I put a whole line of slashes, it will give me one inbetween the A/N and the story. Look for it on the right side. I got it to work in the third chapter.
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Vivian's POV
Well, this sucks. At least no one died. Well, 'cept for the poor schmuck taking a dirt- I mean, carpet nap. Poor robot.
I have to say that I felt sorry for him. He might have had a family of robots, with a little girl robot that loved him and called him daddy. And a wife robot that made chicken and soup for their robot family each night and kissed him and called him honey.
I wish that he lived like that. Everyone deserves to, even if they are a robot. But, he probably didn't. At least it makes it easier for him to go. There's no one left that will really miss him.
But now, I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want to go off and do the things that I normally like to do, because it wouldn't have felt right. So, for now, I just sat on Aunt Max and Uncle Fang's bed, trying to hear what the adults were saying. It was obvious that they didn't want any of the kids to hear.
But I wanted to know and help. I turned my ear just a little bit to try to hear better. It didn't help much, but if I concentrated really hard, I could hear little bits of their conversation.
"…Make bombs…" I head Daddy say. I snapped up. I could make bombs. Heck, I even had a few we could use. I was planning on blowing the smaller one up in Jamie's closet, but I guessed that this was more important.
I ran out of the room, the door swinging behind me. After going down the stairs, I turned the corner into my bedroom. There was a loose floor panel that had an open space under it where I kept the bombs I wanted to keep secret. I grabbed all three of them, then raced back upstairs to where all of the adults were.
I walked right up to them, and poked daddy on the shoulder. "You guys can have my bombs." I said, excited that I could help.
Daddy laughed, and grabbed the bombs out of my hands. "Look, we're all standing here talking, and my daughter's already gotten started." He felt the bombs, then whispered in my ear, "Nice job. I knew that you'd take after me."
Well, duh. I already looked a lot like him. I had his strawberry blond hair, and his face, but I wasn't so pale. I was, like, more tan.
Aunt Max frowned. "I doubt that three bombs would make much of a difference. From my experience, we might need a lot more."
I shrugged. "I can make more. It's easy."
"Do you know where the stuff is?" Daddy asked.
"Yeah, all the really good stuff is in your closet. By the way, how did you get the chlorine without the pool? Just wondering."
Daddy's face reddened, and Mommy turned to look at him with her hands on her hips. "I'm staring at you, hon." She said, making sure he knew she was staring him down.
Daddy chuckled embarrassedly. "Right…" He leaned down to my ear again. "Thanks a bunch."
"That's what I'm here for!" I said in a singsong voice as I skipped off to Mommy and Daddy's room. I felt kind of bad for getting Daddy in trouble, but I knew that Mommy wouldn't be too hard on him. Well, at least I got to use his closet stash!
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Eh heh. Not my best chapter. I'm pretty sure I used "Mommy" and "Daddy" too much. I made Viv sound younger than she is. Oh well, I think that it's kinda cute. I won't change it.
Sorry for the short chapter. I wasn't in a very "inspirational" mood today. Wow. I do sound like my "How to Write" book.